Chapter 1521: Dominating the Inner Realm, She is Zhou Zihong

"At that time, Vermilion Bird Star was a half-abandoned Cultivation Planet. The Cultivator with the highest cultivation in the Fire Scorching Country was merely at the Nascent Soul stage…" The purple-robed woman's eyes were filled with deep recollection. It had been a long time since she left Vermilion Bird Star, but the memories of that time remained in her mind, unforgettable.

As she spoke, almost all the Cultivators in the inn slowly began to listen, some even stepping forward a few paces, their expressions showing longing.

"Vermilion Bird Star, the Venerated Seal's homeland… He grew up there and slowly reached his current glory…" The middle-aged scholar sighed softly.

"I was a Cultivator from the Fire Scorching Country. Later, the Fire Scorching Country underwent a drastic change, and we had to seek refuge in the Xuanwu Country. The Xuanwu Country refused, leading to a war between the two cultivation Countries…" Scenes of battles from back then seemed to flash before the purple-robed woman's eyes.

"Ma Liang… perhaps he truly was the Venerated Seal. At that time, even though he was still a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, he had already begun to show his prowess. It is said that among those of the same cultivation level, hundreds died by his hand." The purple-robed woman's voice was gentle, slowly echoing through the inn.

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately caused an uproar among the surrounding Cultivators.

"A Foundation Establishment cultivation, yet killing hundreds of Cultivators of the same level, this… this is almost impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible. How can the Venerated Seal be imagined by people like us?"

"The lower the cultivation, the less the difference between them, yet the Divine Abilities and Magic Treasures that Foundation Establishment Cultivators can use are extremely limited. I never thought the Venerated Seal was so strong even then. No wonder he could turn the tide in the Battle of Cloud Sea!"

Amidst the discussions, the white-robed man who had lifted the inn's curtain touched his nose, then walked up to the black-robed Cultivator. He gave an amiable smile to the excited black-robed Cultivator, and with a slight downward press of his right hand in the Void Realm, he gently pressed the black-robed Cultivator, who was about to stand and kneel, back onto his chair.

"Master…" This black-robed Cultivator was Thirteen. His eyes showed excitement, and he sat there with his mind blank. Wang Lin's appearance was too sudden, leaving Thirteen completely unprepared.

This white-robed youth was Wang Lin.

After dealing with the matters of the Zhaoh River Seven-Colored Realm, Wang Lin was going to Vermilion Bird Star to pay respects to his parents, and there, refine the three great Origins: Karma, Life and Death, and True and False.

On his way, he passed by here, sensed the auras of Thirteen and the Ancient Demon Clone, and came over.

Looking at Thirteen, who had grown so much, Wang Lin's expression showed satisfaction. He still remembered the scenes from when he first saw Thirteen in the Demon Spirit Land. The other party's perseverance and loyalty remained the same, even after more than a thousand years.

"This child is becoming more and more like my early self." Wang Lin sighed softly. Thirteen's cold aura was quite similar to his own when he was on Vermilion Bird Star.

Thirteen took a deep breath, about to speak, but saw Wang Lin gently shake his head, so he remained silent. However, the fervor and reverence in his eyes were extremely intense.

For him, Wang Lin was his Master, and even more so, his benefactor. His entire life had changed because of the other party. This kindness, even if his soul perished, he would never forget even a bit of it.

He was Thirteen, the loyal and cold Thirteen!

"Later, during that war, there was no news of him. I remember that it was before he prepared to leave the Fire Scorching Country; I had met him once…" The purple-robed woman spoke softly, causing the surrounding discussions to gradually subside.

No one noticed the white-robed youth who had lifted the curtain and walked in earlier. All their attention had been drawn by the words of the purple-robed woman.

"Later, I vaguely heard that he rescued Li Muwan and, under the pursuit of a Core Formation Cultivator, entered an extremely dangerous place on Vermilion Bird Star. That place was called… Cultivation Devil Sea." The purple-robed woman's voice was ethereal, like the thoughts of her memory, lingering in the inn.

Listening to the purple-robed woman's words, Wang Lin picked up his wine cup, took a sip, and his eyes also showed the passage of time, a smile slowly appearing on his face. He was stirred by memories, still recalling Li Muwan's helpless gaze when she was being pursued by that Core Formation Cultivator, and her plea for help upon seeing him.

Thirteen picked up the wine pot and refilled his Master's cup.

"A Core Formation Cultivator? Humph, is that Core Formation Cultivator still alive now? He actually dared to arrogantly pursue the Venerated Seal back then. If he's alive, his cultivation certainly won't be high. Even if the Venerated Seal disdains to bother with him, this old man will refine his soul and kill him!"

"That's right, by provoking the Venerated Seal, he provoked all Fellow Daoists of the four great Star Domains within our Inner Realm!"

"Miss Zhou, what was the name of that evil Cultivator who pursued the Venerated Seal back then?"

"I've forgotten… Later, I never saw the Venerated Seal again. It was only hundreds of years later that I heard someone say that a Cultivator named Wang Lin became famous on Vermilion Bird Star. He was originally a Cultivator from the State of Zhao, and in his early Foundation Establishment stage, he provoked a Nascent Soul Cultivator with the surname Teng, who annihilated his entire family." The purple-robed woman shook her head and spoke softly.

Many of the surrounding Cultivators were hearing this for the first time and fell silent. They could imagine the pain in the Venerated Seal's heart after experiencing all these events, which was definitely not something ordinary people could bear.

"Then he returned to the State of Zhao and did something that shocked our Vermilion Bird Star. Blood flowed like rivers in the State of Zhao… it was truly blood flowing like rivers. The entire family, old and young, of that Nascent Soul Cultivator all died, not a single one survived… He showed no womanly compassion but completely unleashed the hatred from back then. All those with the Teng Family Bloodline died… It is rumored that at that time, the sky of the State of Zhao was blood-red…" The purple-robed woman's voice was gentle, but when it reached the ears of the surrounding Cultivators, it made them feel as if they were there, experiencing that monstrous slaughter and hatred.

Vaguely, they seemed to hear that earth-shattering roar after the great revenge was finally exacted, when the enemy clan was wiped out, leaving no future troubles!

Wang Lin was silent, drinking wine sip by sip, his eyes filled with sorrow. Thirteen refilled his cup again and again, hearing Wang Lin's story for the first time, and likewise fell silent.

"Good, this is what you call avenging a wrong!"

"That small Nascent Soul Cultivator surnamed Teng indeed deserved to die, as for his entire family…" Some Cultivators seemed to disagree slightly.

"Hmph, you are not the Venerated Seal, how can you understand the Venerated Seal's sorrow back then? How can you understand the despair of all his loved ones dying? This old man thinks what the Venerated Seal did back then was not excessive!"

Amidst the whispers of the crowd, the purple-robed woman's voice continued to echo.

Wang Lin drained his cup, set it down, and looked into the distance. He truly missed home, missed his parents, and wanted to pay his respects, to offer a handful of earth.

"Let's go." Wang Lin stood up and walked out of the inn. Thirteen left a few Spirit Stones on the table and followed behind Wang Lin.

"Regarding the Venerated Seal's past, I mostly only heard about it. He originally had the chance to become the Master of Vermilion Bird Star, but ultimately chose to leave… On Vermilion Bird Star, there is a statue of him, guarding that place…" The purple-robed woman was speaking softly when she suddenly seemed to sense something, and subconsciously turned to look at the inn door behind her.

Her gaze passed over Thirteen and paused on Wang Lin's back.

"This person, he seems familiar…"

Wang Lin lifted the curtain by the inn door, turned his head, looked at the purple-robed woman's eyes that were fixed on him, a slight smile appearing on his face. He gently shook his head and walked out.

Thirteen followed, leaving the inn with Wang Lin.

The purple-robed woman's body trembled, and she stood there stunned. All that appeared in her eyes was the smile of the white-robed man, and that figure which slowly seemed to become more and more familiar, increasingly overlapping with the person in her heart.

"He… he is…" The purple-robed woman's mind was shaken, somewhat disbelieving, her mind a blank. Only that smile grew clearer and clearer, more and more profound, as if it wanted to burst out from her soul.

"It's him!!"

"Senior Sister, what's wrong?" The Pink-robed Woman next to her saw her standing there in a daze and couldn't help but gently push her a few times. Following her Senior Sister's gaze, she looked back, but only saw the gently swaying curtain.

Not only her, but even the surrounding Cultivators looked over, but apart from the faint swaying of the curtain, there was no one else.

"Nothing…" The purple-robed woman, her name was Zhou Zihong.

She subconsciously tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, remained silent for a moment, and then continued to softly recount the events in her memory. A melancholic smile slowly appeared at the corner of her lips as she told the story, Wang Lin's smiling face when he turned back appearing in her mind.

On this market Cultivation Planet, at the top of a towering mountain peak, the mountain winds howled past, as if wanting to sweep the earth to embrace the long sky. At the peak of that mountain, Wang Lin stood there, and opposite him, Thirteen knelt on one knee.

"Master, Thirteen wishes to always accompany you!"

"Thirteen, you are the first Disciple I took, and also the one who has followed me for the longest time." Wang Lin's voice was gentle, and he looked at Thirteen with a very amiable expression.

Thirteen nodded gently, his gaze towards Wang Lin carrying a hint of attachment. To him, Wang Lin was a Master, like a father.

"But if a young bird is to grow, it must face the wind and rain alone, and experience the vastness of heaven and earth alone, to become a Sky Roc soaring above the clouds in that wind and rain. You have done very well in this regard…" Wang Lin patted Thirteen's shoulder and said softly.

"But Master…" Thirteen was about to speak, but Wang Lin shook his head, interrupting him.

"Thirteen, my Disciple, cannot be the kind of Cultivator who can only look up to the sky under my protection. My Disciple must have a Heaven-Defying heart, and the steadfastness and determination to battle heaven and shake the earth!" Wang Lin looked at Thirteen and slowly spoke.

"My Disciple must be like a Dragon among men, to roam above the Nine Heavens, and under the admiration of ten thousand Cultivators, he will declare that he is my first Disciple!"

"Master!!" Thirteen's expression was excited, and he nodded heavily.

"Of course, if anyone bullies you, then I, your Master, will absolutely not allow it! From today onwards, with the name of my first Disciple, you shall embark on your own path, Thirteen!" Among his Disciples, Wang Lin had invested the most effort and emotion in Thirteen. As he spoke, he raised his right hand and patted Thirteen's head.

Perhaps everyone misunderstood, I didn't say that it's the time for Mortification now, I meant it's slowly brewing… When it's time for it to appear, everyone will naturally see it. I can't determine the exact time either.